'The Song of Hiawatha' is an epic poem set early in the white man's discovery of the New World. It presents an almost Christ-like portrait of Hiawatha who is considered the savior of his people. Throughout the interesting, fun to read, and incredibly long poem, you will find insights into the world of the Ojibway and the Dacotah and other Indians.
I will hereby begin a part by part, in-depth review as I painstakingly reread each part. Feel free to add to anything I say or correct anything that may be wrong as I make mistakes frequently. So here comes the first part.
Introduction
In the Introduction, Longfellow sets up the rhythm for his poem. From his first lines, the "thunderings in the mountains/with their wild reverberations" are evident. The rhythms remain largely unchanged throughout the poem, lending a simple elegance to the poem. They also make it intensely fun to read out loud.
Several possible questions are answered in this first part. Longfellow says that he got this story from the singer Nawadaha who lives in the vale of Tawasentha. Maybe this true maybe not? I don't know.
You are also introduced to "Chetowaik, the plover, sang them,/Mahng, the loon, the wild-goose, Wawa,/The blue heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,/And the grouse, the Mushkodasa!" Pay attention, because these will pop up throughout the poem.
Longfellow launches into a description of the vale of Tawasentha. The vale is apparently beautiful in all seasons and if it was a real place (???) I would love to live there. This could be to draw the reader in, take up space, I don't really know.
To end out the Introduction, Longfellow gives you a humbling description of his work. These poor words engraved in stone, happened upon in a lonely graveyard by some wandering traveler. "These words of the hereafter." The words of the pathos.
"Ye, who sometimes, in your rambles
Through the green lanes of the country,
Where the tangled barberry-bushes
Hang their tufts of crimson berries
Over stone walls gray with mosses,
Pause by some neglected graveard,
For a while to muse and ponder
On a half-effaced inscription,
Written with little skill of song-craft,
Homely phrases, but each letter
Full of hope and yet of heart-break,
Full of all the tender pathos
Of the Here and the Hereafter;
Stay and read this rude inscription,
Read this Song of Hiawatha!"
Stay and read this rude inscription,
Read this Song of Hiawatha!"



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